serious about love

Yan Hao was getting carried away with Jiang Muxing when there was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Hello?"

It is Yanming City.

Jiang Muxing took a deep breath, and quickly tidied up the sweater and trousers that he had prepared for the banquet, but when he saw his wet and swollen lips slightly parted, and his misty and greedy eyes looking at him, the rationality that had just been gathered was about to loosen again.

"stand up."

Jiang Muxing shunned the boy's loose bangs to cover the extremely flattering little cinnabar mole, and his voice was hoarse.

Yan Hao's exposed skin was dyed pink, her breathing was disordered, and the corners of her eyes were wet and red: "I can't get up, my legs are weak."

Jiang Muxing took him into his arms and carried him to the bathroom like a child: "Wash your face."

After saying that, he closed the bathroom door and wiped his face heavily before opening the door.

Yan Mingcheng walked in: "What are you doing, why did it take so long to open the door?"

Jiang Muxing replied: "Watching the party, the sound was turned up, I didn't hear it at first."

Yan Mingcheng threw the car keys on the shoe cabinet: "How about Xiao Hao?"

Jiang Muxing closed the door: "In the bathroom."

Yan Mingcheng turned around suddenly.

Jiang Muxing's face was indifferent, and his posture was as calm as ever.

Yan Mingcheng found that the child was about the same height as himself, but he was still growing, and sooner or later he would surpass him, so he was considered very tall.

Regardless of appearance, as a high school student, his intelligence and ability are also first-class, so there is nothing to choose.

It is a deep thought.

His peers are far inferior to him, and those who struggle in society may not be able to keep their faces.

Yan Mingcheng pointed to the mirror on the shoe cabinet.

Jiang Muxing didn't look at it, he knew that his mouth was broken, and it was easy to bite.

To make a long story short, Yan Mingcheng's words have the gentleness of the elders, but also sharp: "You haven't graduated yet, can you handle it well?"

Jiang Muxing nodded.

Yan Mingcheng didn't say anything more.

-

Yan Hao calmed down in the bathroom and came out, making eye contact with Jiang Muxing in the living room: My dad is gone?

Jiang Muxing motioned him to look at the second bedroom.

Yan Hao scratched back her wet bangs, took a breath and knocked on the door.

Yan Mingcheng's voice sounded from inside: "Come in."

Yan Hao turned the doorknob and went in. Seeing his father sitting on a chair smoking a cigarette, he said without hesitation, "Dad, didn't you live with your mother in a hotel? Why did you come to me?"

Yan Mingcheng flicked the ash into the ashtray: "Why, it's not the right time?"

Yan Hao pretended to be stupid: "What?"

"..."

Yan Mingcheng took a puff of cigarette: "I'll spend the night here."

Yanhao rushed over immediately: "Did I quarrel with my mother?"

Yan Mingcheng was silent.

Yan Hao's expression changed: "I'll call my mother."

Yan Mingcheng yelled at his son: "Don't fight!"

The atmosphere in the room was oppressive.

Yanhao pinched her fingers anxiously: "Isn't there nothing to do during the meal?"

"Dad, you guys have been married for many years, why don't you sit down and talk about it?"

Yan Mingcheng sighed, scaring his son: "Relax, it's not that your mother and I have a problem with our marriage or relationship, it's just that we will cooperate on a project next year, and we had some differences during the communication."

"To put it simply, the first meeting collapsed."

Yan Hao heard the corners of his eyes twitching: "Are you still talking about work tonight?"

Yan Mingcheng pressed his temple: "Talking about that."

Yan Hao sits on the bed, sometimes he feels that he is not his own. He loves life and actively pursues what he wants. However, he does not have much ambition and ambition for his future career, let alone dedicate his time to work .

But he is his own, and his face speaks for itself.

Genes are really amazing.

Yan looked at his own hand: "Anyway, I think it's very disrespectful for a man to leave his wife alone in the hotel."

Yan Mingcheng choked on a puff of smoke.

"And it's still on New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve."

Yan Hao waved away the smoke that floated in front of her eyes: "Dad, no matter how strong my mother is, she is still a girl."

Yan Mingcheng choked again, this time with a smile: "A 40-year-old girl."

"What's wrong?" Yan Hao acted as if he dared to sue if he dared to say no, "Can't you?"

Yan Mingcheng held his forehead: "OK, OK."

Yan Hao saw that his father looked a bit like a lost dog, maybe he was kicked out, and worried about whether the master would hurt himself, his thought moved: "My mother may be crying now."

The smoke between Yan Mingcheng's fingers flickered.

Yan Hao sighed: "Dad, if you really don't want to go back, you should call my mother, otherwise she will think you are just going out for a breath, and will wait for you all the time."

Yan Mingcheng thought his son was too noisy: "You son of a bitch, why are you talking so much?"

"You two quarrel, I don't ask, you say I have no conscience, I ask, you say I talk too much."

Yan Hao fumbled in his trouser pocket, but there was nothing to eat, so he gnawed his nails: "I have reason to suspect that Dad, you are too angry to dare to vent to my mother, so just greet me."

"Anyway, my wife needs coaxing, but my son doesn't."

Yan Mingcheng's tough face turned dark into a pot: "Who did you learn all this stuff from?"

"Self-study." Yan Hao shrugged, "I have a partner now. I have no experience and no tricks. I can only read more theoretical knowledge to recharge myself."

Yan Mingcheng kicked his son lightly: "The homework is not enough for you?"

"As the old saying goes, time is the water in a sponge, there will always be squeezes, it depends on whether you are willing to squeeze."

Yan Hao grinned: "Really, there is a saying that I like very much. I want to give it to Dad here as a New Year's gift."

"That saying is, communication is the antidote to all problems, all, all."

"..."

Yan Mingcheng pondered for a moment, stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the ashtray, took his coat and stood up with his arms folded.

Yanhao asked knowingly: "Dad, are you leaving now?"

Yan Mingcheng was too lazy to answer.

Yan Hao yelled at his father's back: "Drive slowly on the road, call me if you have anything to do, my mobile phone will not be turned off."

"Also, Dad, you have a good chat with my mother. It's right to distinguish between public and private, but it's still a family after closing the door. Let her pay for the project profit. She is your wife. It should be. Happy New Year."

Yan Mingcheng raised his hand with the wedding ring as a response.

-

Yan Hao walked to the living room, watched Jiang Muxing for a while before walking forward, and sat down next to him, feeling a little embarrassed all of a sudden.

"My father and mother had a little conflict."

Jiang Muxing asked: "Solved?"

Yan Hao picked up a small orange and peeled it off: "The solution can definitely be solved, that is... well, how should I put it, in the final analysis, they gather less and leave more, communication is not enough, and each has its own company and employees. Responsible, the positions of everyone’s family are mixed up.”

Jiang Muxing frowned, and said in a low voice, "Don't think about it."

Yan Hao pursed his lips.

Jiang Muxing frowned even tighter, and was rarely helpless.

Yanhao laughed and fell on Jiang Muxing: "There are times when you don't know what to do."

Jiang Muxing hugged his lower back.

"Hiss," Yan Hao gasped in pain, "I didn't mean to scare you, I just like to see you care about me."

Jiang Muxing was silent for a while: "Then your parents are alright?"

"It's all right."

Yan Yan looked at Jiang Muxing's lower lip bite: "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Muxing's eyes fell on the TV screen: "It doesn't hurt."

"Since it doesn't hurt," Yan Hao's throat felt dry for a while, "Then let me take another bite?"

As soon as he finished speaking, before he could ask for permission, he leaned forward and bit Jiang Muxing's lips, his eyes were open, and his curved eyelashes trembled slightly.

Jiang Muxing let Yan Hao toss, but when he was about to light the fire, he clamped his hand in time.

Yanhao looked innocent: "Why?"

Jiang Muxing wrapped his soft hands with dry and rough palms, and his eyes were deep.

Yanhao smiled at Jiang Muxing: "I just want to kiss."

Jiang Muxing's jaw line tightened suddenly: "No."

Banquet eats the last piece of orange meat: "Oh."

After finishing speaking, he took a fruit-flavored lollipop from the fruit plate, and slowly tore off the sugar coating.

The skit "You at the Same Table" was shown on the TV. They were all well-known actors with strong abilities, and the audience laughed wave after wave.

The good smell of the feast was mixed with a sweet and fruity aroma, and he licked the orange lollipop, making a sticky and long sucking sound.

Jiang Muxing looked at Xiaopin expressionlessly.

Yan Hao took the lollipop in his mouth, wrapped it around the tip of his tongue, and took a deep breath.

The next moment the lollipop was taken away by one hand.

Jiang Muxing grabbed the back of his head vigorously, and pushed him down towards his legs...

-

Yan Hao mentioned burning incense in the group before going to bed, and both Yang Cong and Song Ran said they would go.

The former is boring, and the latter is purely to climb mountains.

Xia Shui couldn't climb the mountain because of her health, so she asked them to bring her share, burn an extra stick of incense, and donate an extra share of merit.

At around six o'clock the next morning, the four went to Chaoming Temple.

On the first day of the new year, there are quite a lot of people going up the mountain.

The clouds are thick, and the number of times the sun shows its face is rare, so it depends on fate if you don't catch it.

Although Yan Hao has deliberately exercised, his physical strength is still at the bottom of the four. Every time he shouts that he is tired, Yang Cong will force him to burn incense. Be sincere. You can't think the mountain is difficult to climb, and you can't think the road is difficult to walk. The Buddha is scoring , Be careful not to fail.

After the banquet was over, I gritted my teeth and climbed the stone steps, while silently saying "I want to go to A University" in my heart, feeling exhausted.

On the other hand, Jiang Muxing, carrying a large backpack filled with water and food, still walked with ease.

People are more mad than people.

Passing the mountain waterfall, the flowing water pool is crystal clear.

All four of them stopped to take pictures, you take pictures for me, I take pictures for you, I take pictures for you, you take pictures for us, and the few of us take pictures together.

The teenagers worked vigorously for about ten minutes, and the two separated after the photo was taken.

Yang Cong sat on the rock and gulped down Coke, while Song Ran ate bread and devoured it hungrily.

The two of them ate and drank enough, and found that Yan Hao and Jiang Muxing were still looking at the photos.

Jiang Muxing was holding the camera, and Yanhao was next to him, with his hands tucked into the sleeves of his blue jacket, only a thin white finger stretched out, and he swipe the photos one by one, muttering "this one You are so handsome" "This one is also handsome".

Just as Yang Cong and Song Ran approached, they heard Yan Hao say something sincerely: "You are so handsome."

The two of them glanced at the same photo, and it was no surprise that the photo was Jiang Muxing's face. They were afraid that the face would be blurred.

Yang Cong: "..."

Song Ran pushed the glasses, and objectively commented: "It's true love."

Yang Cong gave a "tsk" sound: "I'm so in love with you that I'm blind."